Three years.
Three years since Elena has seen or heard from her mother.
When something happens, Elena is forced to live with her mother who is happily married and has a stepson in Cheshire.
Harry Styles is the bad boy stereotype. He does whatever h...
"What the hell are you doing here?!" I whisper-yell at him so I don't wake Jenna and John up in the room across from mine. He only stares at me before letting out a low sexy chuckle.
Did I just say sexy?
"This is my house." He shoots back, laying back down on my bed putting his arms behind his head to prop himself up.
"Well, I live here now. So get out of my bed." I jump on the bed and attempt to shove him off the side of it but it doesn't work. He holds his body weight down so it makes it harder for me to even move him a centimeter.
I huff out a breath and try to push him again but instead, he grabs my arms and pulls me on top of him. Now straddling his waist, he looks up at me with another one of his grins.
"Make me get out of your bed." He whispers, close enough to where his breath is fanning my face. Except for this time, it doesn't smell like mints. It reeks of whiskey.
I pull my face away from his scrunching my nose in the process and shove his chest hard.
"Are you seriously drunk right now?" I roll off the top of him and shove him with all my strength. To my liking, he falls off the side of the bed not expecting me to have shoved him again. When he hits the floor with a grunt I had to hold back my laugh. "Now, get out of my room, Harry."
Harry... I like the way it rolls off my tongue.
Focus.
I look down to see Harry not moving. No! He did not just fall asleep on my floor! I jump off the side of the bed and kneel beside him. I slap the side of his face but he doesn't budge. You have got to be kidding me.
"Harry, wake up!" I whisper-yell, slapping his chest but it doesn't phase him. Ugh. "You so owe me." I grit, grabbing his arms and attempt to pull him into our bathroom.
"Damn, you weigh like a thousand pounds." I mutter, finally getting him all the way through the bathroom and into his room. "Looks like you're sleeping on the ground." I grab the blanket off his bed and place it over him.
Before I can walk out, something catches my eye. The photograph of him and some woman standing close together. I walk over to his dresser and pick up the frame.
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The black haired woman is wearing a stunning black dress and Harry is in a nice tux. It's not hard to guess that she's his mother. She's beautiful. I wonder what happened to her...
***
"Wake up." I don't even get enough time to open my eyes before my body slams down onto my bedroom floor.
I groan while getting up and glaring at Harry who is only in his boxers. It takes everything inside me to not check him out.
Knowing him, he will pop off something stupid and say 'like what you see.' That's what happens in books on wattpad anyways when it comes to bad boys like Harry Styles.
